genius divination

Chapter 1280

Fan Jiannan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why did I make trouble?"

"Hmph, you bullied me and beat the wrong time on purpose, causing me to blow it wrong." The little fat man stomped his feet with an angry look on his face.

"Did you really play the lusheng just now?" Fan Jiannan asked in surprise.

"Hmph, bad guy, I won't tell you. Mom said you can't talk to strangers." The little fat man turned his face away angrily.

Fan Jiannan rolled his eyes, squatted down and said, "How about this, I was wrong just now, can I admit my mistake to you? If you make a mistake and admit it voluntarily, will your mother forgive you?"

The little fat man was still a child after all, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Then I admit my mistake, do you want to forgive me too?" Fan Jiannan smiled and said, "Well, let's understand each other.",

"What is forgiveness?" The child was chubby with a cute expression on his face.

"Forgiveness means that you forgive me, and we are still good friends." Fan Jiannan said with a serious face, "Then you brag about it again for uncle, this time I promise not to make trouble, okay?"

"You promise?" The little fat man looked at Fan Jiannan with disbelief.

"Pull the hook." Fan Jiannan stretched out his hand.

The little fat man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "My grandfather said, you can't blow it to strangers."

Fan Jiannan rolled his eyes and said, "But he must have said that others can't hear it, right?"

"Yeah." The little fat man nodded.

"Then since I can't hear it, it doesn't count as blowing it to strangers. At best, it can only be regarded as blowing it to strangers, right? Your grandfather never said that you can't blow it to strangers." Fan Jiannan said with a smile .

"Then... alright." The little fat man sat down solemnly, and started playing with the lusheng.He did blow hard, puffed out his cheeks, and swayed and swayed, but no one heard anything in particular.Only Fan Jiannan's face changed, and he could tell that it was indeed the child playing just now.

Although there was no sound, Fan Jiannan could clearly feel the tremors and fluctuations in the air.There was a faint tremor that touched his perception.This feeling is very strange, he has never had a similar experience and feeling, but it has a very familiar taste.

It's like a wanderer who has been away for many years and returns to his hometown again, hearing a local accent that he hasn't heard in decades.Although it already feels strange, the nostalgia contained in it lingers, as if it touched the deepest strings in my heart.

Apart from Fan Jiannan, the other person who felt it was Cang Yunxiao. His expression became more and more surprised, and it was best to step back a few steps in a row, looking in amazement at the child who was playing the lusheng seriously.

Fan Jiannan looked at him and said in a low voice, "You feel it too?"

Cang Yunxiao looked straight at the child, and said in a low voice, "No matter who taught him to play, that person must be a great master."

Fan Jiannan nodded and said in a low voice, "I think this child's grandfather should be a Miao wizard, and definitely not an ordinary wizard." He turned to Linghu Yun and said, "Linghu, you are a local, and you should know more about the Miao people than we do. Wizards. Who the hell are they?"

Linghu Yun frowned and said, "Most Miao wizards are non-professional. They also have certain cultural knowledge. They work in the fields like ordinary people on a daily basis. They shoulder the responsibilities of raising children and supporting their families. They do witchcraft for others. He is always on call, responds to requests, and cannot shirk. The compensation he gets is just some meager rice money, and he will not ask for extravagant prices.

In addition to doing witchcraft, wizards are well aware of the genealogy and major historical events of this clan branch, can tell myths, legends and folk stories about the Miao people, can sing ancient words and songs, and have singers and dancers in major events Some shamans also prepare Chinese herbal medicines to exorcise ghosts and supplement them with medical treatment. Therefore, shamans are important inheritors of traditional Miao culture. "

"In this way, their functions are basically the same as those of ancient wizards." Fan Jiannan whispered, "Perhaps these Miao wizards still retain some culture of ancient wizards. And this kind of witchcraft culture is found in the Central Plains." It's long gone."

Cang Yunxiao looked at him and said, "What did you think of?"

"The silent Lusheng played by this child reminds me of something related to Wu Wen." Fan Jiannan took a deep breath and said.

"Witch text again?" Cang Yunxiao frowned.

"The real Shamanic culture has long since disappeared among the Han people, and it is only preserved among some ethnic minorities. The long-disappeared Shamanic language has also been proved to have many connections with the writing of the Shui ethnic minority. The Miao nationality is also an older I think there should be some information about Wuwen in it." Fan Jiannan said slowly.

While they were talking quietly, an old man came over, stood in front of the child, and said vigilantly, "Who are you looking for?"

Fan Jiannan's eyes moved slightly, and he and the old man looked at each other, as if they could see a trace of surprise from the other's eyes.Fan Jiannan immediately cupped his hands and said, "Old man, we're not looking for anyone. It's just that we were attracted by the melodious reeds."

"Lusheng?" The Miao old man frowned slightly, and said in surprise, "Can you hear that?"

"Maybe it can't be regarded as heard, but felt." Fan Jiannan hesitated.

The old man looked at him, and said with a serious face, "May I ask which sect of masters you are?"

"Five Arts of Xuanmen." Fan Jiannan replied. "Divination and Mountain Art."

"Okay, the second of the five arts. It's just that I don't know where the two are in the mountain gate, the main hall or the side hall." The old man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Grandmaster of divination, my surname is Fan. This is the master of mountain arts, surnamed Long." Fan Jiannan explained with a smile.

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Okay, that's great, it really is a hero born a boy. The two are already masters at a young age, which is really impressive. But it's a pity, when did the master of Wushu become Zhang Yunling's lackey?" After the old man said the word "running dog", his face suddenly became gloomy.He slowly picked up the child and said, "If you have the courage to come to us, I admire you, you are a man. It's a pity that you want to attack a child, don't you think it's an insult to your identity?"

Fan Jiannan looked at Cang Yunxiao, and immediately said to the old man, "Don't misunderstand, old man, we are just passing by. There is really no other meaning. There was no offense just now, I think the old man must have misunderstood us. "

(End of this chapter)